Zen Buddhist Bird
A Buddhist bird flies
Under the eyes
Of winter’s sun
As I watch his flight
Across a lonely wintry sky
Gazing up
At his long, long flight south
He diverts himself
From the chilly northern wind
A wind
That the sun cannot warm
He diverts himself
With a single thought
As only a Zen Buddhist bird might do
And asks
What is the sound
Of one wing flapping?
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"the sound of one hand clapping"...(by J. D. Salinger) Thank you Leo
Copyright © Cj Krieger | Year Posted 2011
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